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"𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 is Papa Dragon," Quaritch declared as a team touched down in the dense forest, soldiers disembarking to scout ahead. "I want the mission high and tight. I want to be home for dinner."

"Suit Team, go," ordered Quaritch, and Lyle responded with determination, "All right, ladies, let's bring the pain!" The Suit Team leaped into action, descending into the forest, while another ship landed nearby, opening its doors for soldiers in and out of suits. "Move, move, move!" Quaritch commanded as the soldiers, both suited and unsuited, poured out of the ship, advancing deeper into the forest. "Bravo 1-1, move left," a soldier directed, and another quickly replied, "Bravo 1-1 moving left. Watch flank." The team proceeded, navigating the terrain with precision and focus.

"Watch formation, keep moving."

"Roger that."

"Charlie 2-1, watch your spacing," cautioned Lyle as he walked alongside his team. Glancing at his mirror, he continued, "Eyes up. Check that overhead. And watch those thermal scans." The team-maintained focus, staying alert to their surroundings.

Quaritch chimed in, "All call signs, Papa has led, pushing to target. Escorts, stay close on my shuttle." As they ventured deeper into the mountains, Quaritch issued further instructions, "Gun crews, keep your head on a swivel. Make no mistake, people, they're out there." As the majestic Tree of Souls came into view, Quaritch addressed the team, "All right, people, target in sight. Range, four klicks. Valkyrie 1-6, get your payload ready." The tension in the air escalated as the mission approached a critical juncture.

"Copy. Prepare to offload."

"Staff Sergeant, stage the weapon."

"Roll it to the ramp! Let's go!" exclaimed a soldier, urgency in his voice, as the team prepared to deploy the explosives. Tension hung in the air as they braced for the critical moment. "Hold!" commanded the soldier, momentarily pausing the action, the weight of the impending task palpable.

As the RDA advanced deeper into the territory, Na'vi warriors, mounted on their majestic ikrans, clung to the sides of the floating rocks, concealing themselves in the natural surroundings. Patiently, they bided their time, waiting for the opportune moment to unleash their strike against the approaching intruders. The ethereal landscape provided both cover and vantage points for the Na'vi, setting the stage for a strategic and well-timed countermove.

As Lyle and the team pressed forward, their thermal scans picked up significant activity. "Charlie 2-1, got big movement," reported a soldier, prompting Lyle to command, "Hold position. We got movement out there, 500 meters." The entire team halted, keenly observing their surroundings, searching for any signs of the approaching threat.

Amidst the tense silence, the atmosphere resonated with the distant sounds of thunder, gradually revealing the approach of Na'vi warriors mounted on their direhorses. "Firing line! Targets closing. Range, 400 meters," instructed Lyle, the team swiftly preparing to engage the oncoming adversaries. Quaritch, observing the situation, inquired, "Can't you clean it up?" scrutinizing the thermal scans. Without hesitation, Lyle responded, "No, sir. It's the Flux," conveying the difficulty in clarifying the readings due to the interference caused by the natural elements in the environment.

The Na'vi warriors, accompanied by Norm, Arya, Neytan, and Jake, soared through the sky, their battle cries echoing in unison. The air resonated with a sense of determination as they prepared for the impending clash. Arya, Neytan, and Jake, riding their banshees, added their own fierce cries, signaling the commencement of battle, inspiring others to join the fray.

"Brother, I'm gonna punch a hole. You follow me through," Arya communicated to Tsu'tey, who agreed with a resolute nod. The Na'vi descended upon the fleet, their direhorse-mounted companions following suit. Arya led the charge, Toruk gripping the tail of a ship and hurling it towards a rocky surface. With a mighty crash, the vessel met its end. Tsu'tey, bow at the ready, skillfully aimed and dispatched the pilot of another ship, while Neytan mirrored the action with precision. The warriors continued their assault, systematically crashing the ships, eliminating the pilots, and reducing the fleet to wreckage. "All aircraft, weapons free! Weapons free!" commanded Quaritch, his orders echoing as he witnessed the destruction of his fleet at the hands of the determined Na'vi warriors. The battle for Pandora had begun in earnest.

The warriors rode with unwavering determination, committed to defending their land. "Light them up!" commanded Lyle, leading the charge as he opened fire, the rest of the team swiftly following suit. Arrows soared through the air, and Norm unleashed a barrage of gunfire, their collective efforts aimed at repelling the invaders.

"Break formation, engage all hostiles!" ordered Quaritch as the fleet maneuvered, pivoting to face the oncoming threat. The air crackled with the exchange of fire as the warriors pushed through, resilient in their pursuit to protect their homeland. The battleground became a chaotic symphony of arrows, gunfire, and the clash of opposing forces, each side fiercely determined to prevail in the unfolding conflict.

Neytan continued to navigate the turbulent skies, the pursuing RDA ship relentlessly firing upon him. Glancing behind, he momentarily locked eyes with the ship before a shot from an RDA suit soldier struck his ikran. The simultaneous groans of pain echoed as they succumbed to the injury. Seze, Neytan's loyal ikran, started a rapid descent, crashing through tree vines and tumbling to the forest floor.

"Seze!" he cried out, his voice filled with anguish, as he rushed to Seze's side. Placing a gentle hand on her head, he shared in her pain. The destruction surrounding them fueled Neytan's anger, his gaze filled with a mixture of sorrow and fury. The once-vibrant forest now bore witness to the tragic toll of the battle, with fallen Na'vi warriors and direhorses succumbing to the onslaught of RDA missiles.

In the midst of the chaos, Tsu'tey, determined and fierce, made his way to the main ship where RDA men were firing. With swift and precise movements, he released arrows, taking down soldiers and unleashing his battle cry. Tsu'tey's formidable presence proved too much for the RDA forces as he tossed soldiers aside, only to be met with a hail of bullets from a machine gun. The relentless onslaught sent Tsu'tey tumbling off the ship, falling to the ground below. "Rogue One is hit. I'm going in. Sorry, Arya," Trudy's sombre voice declared. As Norm continued to fight, he too fell victim to RDA fire. "Fire," ordered Quaritch, sealing Trudy's fate as a missile struck her ship, ending her life.

Neytan surveyed the devastation, witnessing a direhorse running with flames engulfing its back. With a heavy heart, he looked down, his hand still tenderly placed on Seze, the silent witness to the tragic cost of the battle for Pandora.

"Tsu'tey! Brother, do you read? Rogue One, you copy? Trudy!" Arya urgently called through her communication mic, her voice filled with concern. She turned to Jake, who stood by her side, sharing her worry. Jake took to the air, scanning the tumultuous skies for any sign of their comrades. Engaging in a fierce aerial battle with RDA ships, he fought to uncover the fate of Tsu'tey and Trudy.

Inside a makeshift shelter, Norm anxiously opened the lid, collapsing onto the ground with heavy, rapid breaths. The intensity of the battle weighed heavily on him as he sought a moment of respite. Amidst the chaos, the RDA forces pressed on, making their way toward the sacred tree with ominous intentions, ready to unleash the devastating bombs. The fate of Pandora hung in the balance as Arya and her allies desperately sought information about their comrades in the midst of the escalating conflict.

"Arm number one!"

"Number one armed!"

"Ma Arya!" Neytan's urgent voice echoed through the communication, the chaos of battle surrounding him. "I read you," Arya responded, a mixture of relief and concern evident in her voice. Neytan, taking cover behind a tree, described the perilous situation unfolding. RDA soldiers, armed and numerous, were advancing, some with flamethrowers, setting the forest ablaze. "Seze's dead. They are very close. They are many," Neytan conveyed with a heavy heart.

Arya, filled with shock and concern, pleaded, "Do not attack. Do you read me, Neytan? Do not attack!" She implored him to fall back and escape the imminent danger. Neytan, however, gripped his bow with determination, preparing to face the threat head-on. "Fall back now. Get out of there! Please, Neytan!" Arya's desperate pleas continued as Neytan steeled himself, readying for what lay ahead. "I got movement, I got movement. Hold position. Something's coming," Lyle's voice broke through the communication. The team stopped, readying their guns, as Neytan faced the impending danger alone. A rumble and crushing noises shook the ground, and to Neytan's surprise, a herd of Hammerhead Titanotheres charged towards the RDA, crushing and overpowering the soldiers. In a surprising turn, Sturmbeests joined the attack, their horns proving lethal against the invaders.

"Arya, Eywa has heard you," Neytan declared with a renewed sense of purpose. Arya, witnessing the extraordinary response from Pandora's creatures, smiled. "Eywa has heard you!" Neytan exclaimed as ikrans flew to their aid, launching an attack on the RDA fleet, destroying ships on contact. Arya rallied her allies, and the Toruk roared, turning towards the remaining RDA ships.

Viperwolves sprinted through the forest, attacking RDA soldiers, while Neytan joined them, firing his arrows. Suddenly, a Thanator roared, catching Neytan's attention. Smirking, he faced the imposing creature, ready for the next phase of the battle. The tide was turning, and the creatures of Pandora had answered the call to defend their sacred land.

As the imposing RDA ship continued its advance towards the target, Arya, astride the Toruk, pursued closely behind. Leaping off the Toruk with determination, she landed gracefully, armed with a gun. Swiftly dispatching the armed men on board, Arya foiled their attempt to drop explosives. Seizing the moment, she pulled out a grenade and skilfully tossed it into the ship's engine.

The resulting explosion caused the ship to tilt, sending the explosives sliding back, crushing a man in its path. The vessel careened towards an arched bridge, breaking its wing upon contact with the ground and erupting in a fiery explosion. Arya, undeterred, hopped back onto the Toruk and made her way towards the Dragon Assault ship. In the air, Jake valiantly fought off other RDA ships with the help of the ikrans, ensuring none would interfere with Arya's mission. Arya leaped onto the roof of the Dragon Assault ship, tumbling briefly before regaining her footing. Racing towards the engine, she retrieved another grenade. Quaritch, recognizing her threat, maneuverer the ship to disrupt Arya's balance. The grenades missed their intended target, falling into the airlocks.

Undeterred, Arya held on to the missiles, her determination unwavering. Quaritch, realizing the danger, screamed for the crew to don masks. Arya, hanging on, noticed the roof door lock opening with Quaritch holding a gun shooting at her. Seizing the opportunity, she sneered and threw one of the missiles into the airlock, causing a massive explosion. As the ship suffered extensive damage, Quaritch, recognizing the imminent danger, rushed to an AMP suit. Arya, gripping the leaves of the massive trees, skilfully maneuverer through the descent, tumbling but landing on her feet. Observing the ship's descent and her successful sabotage, Arya caught her breath, a triumphant smile on her face. Placing a hand on her stomach, she revelled in the satisfaction of a mission accomplished.

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By: SIlverMist707

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